I want my pink clouds, purple rain and rainbow puddles now

The white cloud wanders,

Yearning for some damp

To come back and touch the earth

As rain

The fuchsia shrugs

Away the raindrops

To glisten once more right next to the purple

Violets

The tumultuous thoughts

In frenzied turmoil

She sidesteps yet another

Puddle

Monsoon Sky -

Raindrops tattooing,
Patterns on the sea.
Raging waves,
Wiping each one, 
Away. 

An Old Poem

I stumble upon an old poem,

The paper so yellowed,

Telling me much time has gone by.

A little frayed along the edges,

Like the emotions it carried.

I caress the brittle pieces,

The ink fading in places,

Like the memories it held.

All the lines along the fold,

Looking tired from the years.

I feel the yellowing paper,

Almost crumpling in my hands,

Like the feelings so fragile.

Perhaps, to relive once more,

All those unresolved sentiments. 

I read the words I’d written,

My fears and wishes from old,

A smile plays on my lips.

As I scroll to the bottom,

I love myself a little bit more.